Welcome to Relinquit! This is my first fanfic, so while constructive criticism is welcomed, flames will be used in Bardroy's flamethrower.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except my OC.

It was a rather nice day, and Ciel Phantomhive didn't have any lessons today. Add to that the fact that the head of the Poseidon Company had gotten his just desserts the previous day, and you had one satisfied 13-year-old Earl. To spread his good mood, he decided to allow his servants to come out to town with him, walking there by the river. His butler had, of course, reminded the three misfits (Tanaka had politely refused to come) to be on their best behavior. Not once did it occur to Ciel that the course of his life would change drastically while on this day trip.

"Hm? What's that?" Mey-Rin, the sharpshooting and farsighted maid, pointed out, lifting her glasses from her eyes to get a better look. When she saw it, she let out a gasp. "It's, it's a person, yes!"

"A person?" The Earl Phantomhive looked towards where his clumsy maid was pointing. He blinked as he saw that there was, indeed, a body floating in the river. Pondering what to do for a moment, he realized that the person dyeing the water red might have been a casualty from the underworld. The Queen might not have any orders for him yet, but crimes in the underworld fell under his jurisdiction as the Queen's Watchdog. He made a split-second decision. "Sebastian. Go get them." He ordered his contracted demon-sorry, his butler.

"Yes, my Lord." Within a few seconds, he lifted the unidentified person out of the river. As he was carrying the black-swathed body back to the Earl, he smelled something...off, about it. Almost as if it were not entirely human...no, he must be imagining it. Though, he did notice one other thing. "Young Master, it appears they are still alive."

"Still alive, you say? Well, then we must ask them if they saw their attacker." The words that went unspoken were, "And whether they're a girl, or just a long-haired boy." 'Calling them "them" without knowing is rather tiring.' Sebastian thought as he set the odd human down, sitting them against the tree. At this angle, the group could see that the mysterious person was approximately the same age as Ciel, maybe a little bit older. They couldn't have hit puberty yet-they were too short.

"Ah! One moment!" Bardroy shifted the kid until they were lying down. He quailed under the butler's glare, but continued what he was doing. "They're not breathing. We're gonna need to resuscitate 'em." With that, he whipped out a handkerchief-since when did he carry a handkerchief with him?-and placed it over the face of the half-drowned blonde. He pinched their nose shut, and with the thin cloth between their mouths, exhaled two deep breaths. Afterwards, keeping his fingers spread apart, he placed his palms in the middle of the other blonde's chest and started doing compressions.

After a while, the unknown figure started to cough, and the pyromaniac of a chef turned them onto their side, letting the water flow out. They started to sit up, but stopped as they started coughing again, this time with blood exiting the mouth. At that, all three servants started to panic.

"Sebastian." Ciel ordered, keeping a calm facade. "We're going to need to cancel the trip. Bring them to the mansion with us."

The crow demon scooped up the slim figure bridal-style. "Yes, my Lord. It appears the wound is on right side of the chest. The attacker was lucky to have missed the ribs."

"And that means...this person is fortunate to have survived."

"Precisely."

-0-

Sebastian Michaelis was in the uninteresting position of making sure the young "guest" healed properly. In one of their rare waking moments, they told Ciel that their name was Xaelijor. As nobody in the household had ever heard that name, their guest had scribbled it onto a sheet of paper before collapsing again. The Earl ordered his butler to find as much information on them as possible. He was quite surprised when the demon came back empty handed.

"As much as I hate to admit it," Sebastian said bitterly, "It's as if this 'Xaelijor' doesn't exist."

Ciel "hmm"ed to himself, glancing at the guest with the long gold hair. He was startled when said guest shot up, coughing-though, there was thankfully no blood this time.

"C-Colonel Mustang! Apologies for speaking out of turn, but why are you here? You were supposed to stay and help in the restorat...ions..." Xaelijor's voice trailed off as they saw they were not...wherever it was they thought they were. "Oh! Um...I'm sorry!" Based on the look that Ciel was giving him, Sebastian wasn't the only one who noticed the slight shadowing the room had gained during the blonde's outburst.

"Demon?" Ciel asked in a whisper, also taking into account the strange, slit-pupiled, purple eyes. Sebastian shook his head almost imperceptibly, though he had caught a small whiff of the strange scent the stranger had had when he rescued them.

-0-

"Um, if it wouldn't be too much trouble...may you please tell me where I am?" Xaelijor winced internally. 'Way to go and make yourself sound weak! You could have learned that for yourself!' The blonde argued that, if Truth was to be believed(After all, it wasn't as though he would lie), this world was not one Xaelijor had been to before. 'You would have figured it out somehow!' The voice shut up as another one, young but commanding, cut through their thoughts.

"You are in the Phantomhive Manor in London, England. I don't suppose you would know how you ended up bleeding almost to death in the Thames?" The source of the information was the boy with the eyepatch and the black-blue hair.

All thought process came to a screeching halt. "England? But…" 'It must be a different England. Probably a parallel Earth.' "Fuck you, Truth." There was a slight pause. "Though I suppose this is partially my fault. Nothing like sacrificing yourself to the Gate to save your adoptive cousin, who gave himself up for the sake of his brother, and by extension, his country. Yeesh. Though I don't think you understand a word I'm saying. Unless you've performed Human Transmutation." An inquisitive look met a confused one. Ciel opened his mouth to question the stranger, but Sebastian beat him to it.

"Transmutation?" Without giving the blonde a chance to answer, he expounded on his question. "As in, alchemy?" Ciel was definitely completely lost now. Wasn't alchemy the pursuit of gold and eternal life? Sebastian was confused for a different reason. There was a reason only immortals-usually Reapers, because demons and angels(according to the stories) had magic at their disposal-pursued alchemy. Humans simply didn't have the patience for the art, leading to the failed attempts that were a part of history.

"Yes. Would you like me to show you? Well, not a Human Transmutation, but something simple, like making a small statuette." Xaelijor amended.

"Yes, please do." Said Ciel. "But first, two things. Don't do it if you'd injure yourself further. Also, are you a boy or a girl?"

"Well, that depends. Sometimes I'm a boy, but I'm usually a girl. I was designated female, if you're asking about this for...biological purposes." She scowled as she said that last part. "I don't care whether I am referred to as he, she, or some gender-neutral term. However, please don't refer to me as a he-she or an it." With that, she pulled a small block of wood from her pocket. She clapped her hands together as if in prayer, then placed them on both sides of the block. The familiar blue sparks soothed her nerves. But when she noticed who she had made, she glared at the statuette. Closing her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at it, she handed the figure to the boy.

-0-

Ciel marveled at the detail in the statue. He could see every single strand of hair, and though the eyes were behind glasses, they looked as realistic as a wood statue could be. "You seemed disappointed in this, and I can't imagine why. This workmanship is better than even a master woodsmith could make." He looked her directly in her wine-purple eyes, which were narrowed in anger. Or maybe it was resentment?

"It's not that. It's who that man is. If he's not burning in Hell-" She paused. "I don't even believe in Hell-but if he's not suffering the eternal punishments of such a place, I have a serious lack of trust in whoever decides that kind a' stuff."

Sebastian examined the wooden figure closely before setting it on the table. "What was his name?" He could, after all, check the next time he was there. Also, he was curious. What did he do to make this girl so spiteful towards the man?

"Shou Tucker. The most despicable human being to ever have had a family." She had a sad, reminiscent look in her eyes as she said that. She stretched. Then a thought occurred to her. If she was in England, then maybe… "Incendio." She flicked her hand at the likeness of the ex-State Alchemist. Nothing happened. "Eh, it was worth a shot." She clapped and pressed her hands to the figure. When the light died down, there was a wooden cat in its place. "Here. A gift for you." Clearly exhausted, she dropped back down onto the pillows.

Ciel scowled at it. Stupid felines and stupid allergies. He gestured to the newly made cat and said to Sebastian. "You can have it." With that, they walked out of their guest's room.

-0-

It was only later that Sebastian realised that this "Xaelijor" had not needed to draw a circle to perform the transmutations.

Dun dun DUNNNNNNN!

Okay, so Xaelijor is indeed genderfluid. Therefore, the pronouns used will change, though they will usually be she/her pronouns.

She has been to the Harry Potter world before-I will be writing that story as well, when inspiration comes for it.

Arrivaderci!

~Pride